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Going to have to blame pregnancy fatigue for today. I keep crashing, even after a full night of sleep. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m either waddling about hoping to rock Jackson to sleep (he moves so dramatically) or if I so much as sit down I lose consciousness. …I should maybe try to write this standing up.

Thanks to this silly business, I haven’t had time to read almost anything, so my day’s mostly been seeing to the important matters of steering Owen away from insisting that he needs me to buy him a cello RIGHT NOW. He wants to start his own orchestra. Apparently timing is super crucial. Thankfully, we’ve convinced him that he can cobble together pretend instruments using whatever he can find around the house.

I wish the music festival was more often than annual.

He’s also very interested in possession, but only when he is the one doing the possessing. His kitchen pot drum became his and now the dogs are disallowed from sniffing it.

Aside from that, I’ve been cleaning up my formatting in my posted book reviews to reflect how I want them to look from now on. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but who knows how long anything takes anymore. I’m exhausted all the time and when I’m not exhausted, I’m hurting.

But I’m not in hospital just yet! I’ve been having Braxton Hicks, but no real contractions, thankfully. Still at least four weeks too early.

He talked on the phone with Oliver for a couple of minutes. Then he decided that he would rather push buttons and hang up. Twice.
Also, his hair is crazy because he had just had a bath.

But my favourite thing that he has done recently was when he got into my phone. He loves to play with my phone. It does all the things! He listened to music (thankfully only downloaded things I had already bought, no accidental purchases YET) I saw him open up Pages and create a new document. I even saw the template he chose and that he had changed a picture. What I didn’t see was what picture he had replaced it with–later I had a look.

So, Owen spiked a really high fever Friday night. It got so bad that we had to take him to Urgent Care. My mum was convinced it was an ear infection, but no dice. It isn’t strep either–they took like a billion cultures to be sure. All we can do is wait it out, and that is incredibly difficult. He can’t sleep, and when he does, it’s a battle to stay asleep. It’s never warm or cool enough for him, and he can’t even enjoy a bath.

Technically, everything will be okay. Right now, it’s just hard not to live from one minute to the next. His fever was gone for a while today, but it came back after a few hours. We learned that he hates Motrin but Pediacare is okay.

One small bright side is that while I stayed up with him into the wee hours of the night, I finished two of the books I was reading.